They’re in my room on my bed and I am sitting in my big fluffy shabby chic chair that I love. They still sleep in my bed a few nights a week. That’s one of the gifts and curses of single parenthood; it’s easy to fall into comfort zones and have boundary lines blurred for a bit longer than they otherwise would have continued.
Being in my room means the walls are painted an antiqued light pink and sheers hang over the windows with a full view of the French doors that lead into my art studio.
The sheers have crystal gems on them for sparkle. There is a wooden angel hanging from the ceiling and candles burning. In the corner, you can find a djembe drum.
I’ve worked hard to make my room comfortable and beautiful. It’s a magical space for me and it is my favorite place on the entire planet.
This bed is where Michael comes to have his silence when he needs it. If it becomes quiet in my house, I know where to find him. Either on my bed or in his swing.
Love is a constant and can be worked at. Happiness must be fostered just as we would work out our bodies on a regular basis. Kindness is a choice and can be strived for no matter how difficult our lives may feel in different moments.